Yun Yanli frowned and checked her pulse again, and found that her injury was still very serious.
This kind of injury did not allow her to walk on her own.
Mingdie was conscious.
She struggled to get up on her own: "I can do it."
After doing this, he naturally vomited blood again.
Yun Yanli stopped talking and picked her up: "I will take you down the mountain to find someone to look at."
His medical skills were average and he could treat an ordinary fall injury, but he couldn't cure something serious, so he had to go find someone else.
Ming Die leaned in his arms.
This embrace she had longed for for a long time, and now she could finally lean on him.
She closed her eyes slightly and was very satisfied, telling herself in her heart.
This embrace belongs to her and no one can take it away from her.
God will kill the god if he blocks it.
Buddha will kill the Buddha if he blocks it.
She suddenly seemed to think of something, and looked around: "Where is His Highness Di Hao?"
Mingdie maliciously speculated whether the little broken boy was swallowed by the dragon.
"He went back alone."
Yun Yanli said in an understatement.
He didn't want to mention that naughty kid because it would make him feel sick.
Ming Die felt happy in her heart.
The eyesore was finally gone.
From then on, she and her master were alone.
"That child is so annoying," she wanted to say, but she changed her words again: "He's so naughty, and his parents don't discipline him much."
Yun Yanli's eyes darkened: "Ming Die, don't talk about a person's merit behind his back, he is just a child."
Mingdie shrank out of habit: "My subordinates just think that he doesn't look like a child, and he has caused a lot of trouble for the Lord.
I am angry that I know my mistake and won't say anything anymore."
As long as the naughty child is gone, she will have a lot of time to get along with her master.
She knew that Yun Yanli didn't love her, but as long as she loved him, it was enough.
Love could be cultivated slowly.
Given time, Yun Yanli would definitely fall in love with her.
Yun Yanli stopped talking, held her in his arms and flew directly into the sky, straight into the sea of clouds, and then almost bumped into someone.
He hurriedly stood still and took a look, and immediately frowned: "Kun Xueyi" That person was none other than Kun Xueyi.
He was dressed in light blue robes and looked like a hermit traveling around.
When he saw Yun Yanli, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then smiled coquettishly: "Your Highness Yun, hello.
Good luck and we meet again."
He glanced at Ming Die in his arms again: "Hey, what happened to your subordinate who was struck by lightning?
It was her who was struck by the lightning flash just now."
Yun Yanli felt a headache when she saw him.
She took a step back and said coldly: "This has nothing to do with you."
She turned around and wanted to leave.
Kun Xueyi stopped the bamboo flute in her hand and said, "She is seriously injured.
Are you sure you can cure her?"
Yun Yanli's heart moved: "You know the art of healing" Kun Xueyi smiled like a flower: "It's not just Hui Hufǎ's medical skills that are amazing."
Yun Yanli breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, you can treat her."
Kun Xueyi was dissatisfied: "This is your attitude of asking for help."
Yun Yanli suppressed her breath: "Please" “Not sincere” Yun Yanli clenched his fist secretly: "Then how can you be sincere?
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What do you want?"
He knew that this Kun was not easy to talk to, so when he asked him to do something, he had to be prepared to be skinned by him.
Kun Xueyi swung her bamboo flute and thought for a while: "Call me brother."
Yun Yanli: "Are you sick?"
He knew that Kun was here to amuse him.
He turned and left, and Kun Xueyi said behind him: "Her injury damaged the eight extraordinary meridians.
If it were not treated with special methods, she would die of blood loss within three months."
Good night: